Disclaimer: I hope that everyone liked the last chapter. I got the idea for this from reading Companion Protocols: Fifty Things That Jack Is Not Allowed To Do by FaerieQueen3. I think it's a really funny story. FaerieQueen3, this chapter is dedicated to you. As always, please review and send me ideas. And I still don't own Doctor Who (which makes me sad).

Rose's POV

It had been a few weeks since we left the parallel dimension and Sarah seemed back to her old self. In fact, it seemed to me that she was even more comfortable now than she had been before. Now that she had gotten used to being in the TARDIS and around the Doctor, she had taken to exploring. Most days she would return early in the evening with a smile on her face and tell us all about everything she found. The Doctor would nod and tell her stories about how he acquired the things she found and I would sit and listen.

On this particular day, Sarah came back a bit earlier than normal. The Doctor and I were sitting contently in the pilot's chair, deciding where and when we would travel next. She came skipping in, wearing the longest scarf I had ever seen, a large jacket with a piece of celery pinned to it, and a brown hat.

"I was in the wardrobe today!" she practically sang. I chuckled a bit as she twirled her way around the console room. "It's endless in there! And I found all this pretty stuff!" The Doctor looked up at her and gave a slight frown.

"Those are mine," he stated. "Why are you wearing my old things?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"You used to wear all that?" I asked him.

"Well not all at once," he clarified. "It's all from different regenerations."

"I love it!" Sarah proclaimed. She continued to dance around in her father's old clothes. The sight of her made me smile. I was glad that she was enjoying herself. The Doctor crossed his arms in response to the small child that was parading around in his beloved garments.

"Tell me Doctor," I inquired. "Why is there celery pinned to your coat?" The Doctor simply rolled his eyes. Sarah looked down at it.

"Perhaps it was so that he always had a snack," she suggested with a smile.

"That wasn't it!" he protested.

"Then tell us," Sarah urged.

"Well it's not important right now," the Doctor stated. "Go put that stuff back. It's really old and I don't want you to break it." Sarah frowned at his and gave him the most adorable and innocent little girl face she could manage.

"But Daddy," she whined. "I don't want to. It's almost like I'm playing dress up! I can pretend to be you!"

"Aw, leave her be Doctor," I told him. "How do you say no to that face? Besides, I don't really see the big deal. I'm sure she's not going to hurt the old stuff." He gave me a slight glare and rolled his eyes again.

"You have no idea how old that stuff is," he said to us. "The last time I saw that scarf I was only seven hundred and fifty-something. I've been able to keep those things safe for years because I don't let every person that comes through here mess around with them."

"I'm not saying you have to let everyone you meet wear you things," Sarah said with a smile. "Just me! I'm not just a random person after all. I'm part you. Technically speaking, that means this stuff is part mine too." The Doctor shook his head.

"No," he explained. "No, that's not how it works Sarah. Part of you came from me, but that doesn't mean my stuff is part yours. My stuff is still my stuff. Now please put it away."

"But –"

"No buts," he said. "Just go." Sarah narrowed her eyes at him.

"And what if I don't?" she asked. The Doctor and I looked at each other in astonishment. Sarah had never blatantly disobeyed an order before. Neither one of us was quite sure how to react to the situation. He leaned over to me.

"What do human parents normally say when this sort of thing happens?" he whispered to me.

"How should I know?" I shrugged. "I've never been the parent before. You're the one who's had kids before. What do Timelord parents normally say when this sort of thing happens?"

"Timelord children don't do this," he assured me. "They always do as they're told. It makes some of them go a bit crazy. This is definitely a human thing." We looked at Sarah again, who still stood on the other side of the console room with her arms crossed. "I hate to admit it, but this may be an ideal time to go and visit your mother."

"You may be right," I told him. "But how are you gonna get your stuff back in the meantime?" The Doctor analyzed the small girl for a second.

"I'll have to take by force," he said. Sarah chose that exact moment to take off running and the Doctor took off after her. I watched for a while as the two of them ran around in circles. After about half an hour, Sarah tripped on the scarf and the Doctor scooped her up. He retrieved his hat and scarf without problem, but it took him a bit longer to coax her out of the jacket.